[Verse 1:]

Get ups, Gimics,

One hit wonders that don't stick.

Pretty boys actin' tough,

boy bands, give it up.

And if it looks good on TV,

it'll look good on a CD.

Shape it up, trim it down.

Who gives a damn about how it sounds?



[Chorus:]

I don't think Waylon done' it that way.

And if he was here he'd say:

"Hoss neither did Hank."

I ain't doggin what you're doin'

but boys come on lets get real.

You still got a lot of boot left to fill.



[Verse 2:]

You say you're the real deal,

but you play what, nobody feels.

You sing about Johnny Cash.

The man in black would have whipped your ass!



[Repeat Chorus:]

I don't think Waylon done' it that way.

And if he was here he'd say:

"Hoss neither did Hank."

I ain't doggin what you're doin'

but boys come on lets get real.

You still got a lot of boot left to fill.



[Verse 3:]

So, so long, 'till I see you again.

When you're layin in the bargain bin. Ha.



[Repeat Chorus:]

I don't think Waylon done' it that way.

And if he was here he'd say:

"Hoss neither did Hank."

I ain't doggin what you're doin'

But then again, hell yes I am.

I just don't give a damn

Cause you still got a lot of boot left to fill



I guess we all got a lot of boot left to fill